Only A Memory

The wind
brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
Neck craned, my eyes
skim the sky in bliss

The scene before me,
a canvas to interpret,
I stare, deep within the soul of each star
this game I refuse to forfeit.

A world where magic,
still survives,
leaping and twirling,
in front of my eyes

I’m afraid this beauty
does not last.
The sun soon comes up,
the night, simply a memory, in the past.